Chapter 533: The Pretty Monk with a Pure Heart and Less Desires 8
Ah Zhao didn't continue talking about the following words.
Because she couldn't make it up.
But Marshmallow doesn't know.
He was intimidated.
The little white dumpling swished into the host's arms.
Even if there is no entity, Ah Zhao also strangely felt that the other party wanted to rub his arms in his heart.
"Host, Ah Zhao, Marshmallow is definitely the most obedient system, really!"
Ah Zhao narrowed his eyes and showed a smile: "I believe you for now."
...
The day passed quickly.
Because the two-day hunger strike had depleted his vitality, Azhao was not in a good mood and went to bed very early.
She closed her eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
But soon faintly woke up again.
However, the place where he woke up has changed.
Sitting on the stone bench in the yard, Ah Zhao looked at the familiar scene around him, and knew that he had arrived in the yard where the hero was.
Not surprisingly, there was another low voice of chanting sutras in the room.
According to the previous experience, the monk should rest after reciting the scriptures.
Ah Zhao didn't sit obediently in the yard like last time, but went through the door and sat on the stool in the room.
She didn't speak, she propped her chin and looked at the monk who was chanting sutras with slightly closed eyes.
It was night now, and the lights were on in the house.
But the temple is poor, and in such a small room, there is only a small oil lamp, which only illuminates the small square inch where the monk lives.
But enough is enough.
The dim light was imprinted on Zhan Ming's face, and his handsome face became more and more like a beautiful jade, coupled with his pious and compassionate expression at the moment, like a Bodhisattva in a mural.
Since you are a bodhisattva, your six sense organs are naturally pure, so how can you have selfish thoughts?
Azhao sighed a little.
The small light flickered, and the peace in the room was suddenly broken.
Zhan Ming's long eyelashes trembled, and the sound of chanting continued until the last sentence.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ah Zhao who was sitting on the side.
After being slightly surprised, he regained his composure: "I didn't see the benefactor during the day, I thought the benefactor was over, but I was worried and left."
Ah Zhao smiled: "My name is Ah Zhao."
Zhan Ming followed with a smile: "Ah Zhao benefactor."
A Zhao watched him stand up, picked up the wick with scissors, and the fire became brighter than before.
"Master Zhanming, I do have concerns in my heart, but I can't get rid of them for a while. I'm afraid I will disturb the master in the future."
Zhan Ming asked, "Did the benefactor remember the past?"
Ah Zhao nodded.
"Congratulations." Zhan Ming clasped his palms together and said Amitabha.
Ah Zhao looked at his appearance for a long time, and smiled casually: "Master, I am a little lonely in the long night, master, would you like to share half an hour with me for a cup of tea?"
She said this, but she knew in her heart that if she cared about the compassion of this monk, she probably wouldn't, and she didn't know how to refuse.
Sure enough, Zhan Ming responded lowly.
The two went to the courtyard.
Zhan Ming came out with the teapot and small stove, went into the room again, and took a box of tea leaves.
He was about to move, but Ah Zhao raised his hand to stop him.
"There is no apology for disturbing the master's rest, so let me make a cup of tea for the master."
Zhan Ming didn't argue with him, and sat opposite him safely.
Although Ah Zhao is not very proficient in the way of tea, but after so many lives, there are some things, which are subtle and subtle.
But after a while the tea boiled, Ah Zhao took a cup, put tea leaves on it, and poured a cup for Zhan Ming.
"Master, please have a taste."
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The sixth watch is over.
Sure enough, point-based updates are a must-have skill for a lazy cancer author.
Don't ask me about the update time in the future, this is a secret. 【Confident and confident】
The daily beep beep monthly pass, the top five in the classification have some kind of bonus [rub your hands], if you want, Gao Lengzhi is currently in fifth place, which is very dangerous.
Rolling around is not allowed, a high-cold author has the burden of being an idol, let's discuss it, I sold the marshmallow slices, and each person voted for a slice, okay?